What could possibly be at the end of the road? Can I see it soon? Can I even get a hint of what might be waiting for me? No.
My dreams lately have been riddled with holes and pitfalls. Walking has become something that I cannot do. I just stand alone and wait for the road that I am standing on to move me along. It doesn't. I stare down at my feet and see that my shoes are still new and I could do a lot of walking before they become weathered and fall apart, but still I stand.
I look into the distance and see clear blue sky, inviting, new. Behind me, dark thunderous clouds flashing their meanings with giant bolts of lightning, warning to never go back, but still I stand.
I can feel a hand grip my own and I turn to see no one. I can hear their heartbeat as if it were my own, I can feel them breathe on my neck, they try and pull me forward, but still I stand.
The road starts to move forward but I am stationary. The past is catching up with me but I wait and let it wash over me. Memories and horrors chill every inch of my body. I cry and moan, but still I stand.
The sky fades. I have waited too long. The dream ends and I wake in my bed. Birds are singing outside but I hate it. I want to get up and live my life, but still I lay.
My dreams lately have been riddled with holes and pitfalls. Walking has become something that I cannot do. I just stand alone and wait for the road that I am standing on to move me along. It doesn't. I stare down at my feet and see that my shoes are still new and I could do a lot of walking before they become weathered and fall apart, but still I stand.
I look into the distance and see clear blue sky, inviting, new. Behind me, dark thunderous clouds flashing their meanings with giant bolts of lightning, warning to never go back, but still I stand.
I can feel a hand grip my own and I turn to see no one. I can hear their heartbeat as if it were my own, I can feel them breathe on my neck, they try and pull me forward, but still I stand.
The road starts to move forward but I am stationary. The past is catching up with me but I wait and let it wash over me. Memories and horrors chill every inch of my body. I cry and moan, but still I stand.
The sky fades. I have waited too long. The dream ends and I wake in my bed. Birds are singing outside but I hate it. I want to get up and live my life, but still I lay.